Let the Peace of Christ Rule in Your Hearts

It is a Tuesday in my heart
Early November in an even year
And Peace is running
Like a river more than a candidate
Dripping with potential
He’s damned upstream but ready to be let.

It is Evening in my heart
On the West Coast polls just closed
And Peace is losing
Like a sunset more than a boxer
The darkness is imminent
His fiery shafts stretch as the purple pushes.

Democracy fails in my heart.
Fear of corruption grips the populace
And Peace is missing
Like a rainbow’s end more than a runaway
Ethereal and distant
He’ll return one day with Revolution

Reformation, I say

I am all for Tort Reform

Those Bastards

All their unbridled torting

It is time, I say, for a reformation

Martin Luther (not the King) style

Can a cowboy get a 95 theses up in here?

And also Land Reform

I am all for that

(If one can be all for more than one thing)

Those Fascist Hippies

It is time for a reformation of the land, I say

Can a bus driver get his 40 acres and a mule?

Oh and Health Care Reform

That, I am all for

Those Greedy Dentists

I say socialize my medicine

Like a homeschooled girl at a reformation picnic

Can a doorman get a vaccination?

And also, Immigration Reform

All that, I am for

Those Apple Pie Haters

Ship them out, says I, reformation style

Castrate and excommunicate

Can a Calvinist get a green card neighbor?

Likewise with, Campaign Finance Reform

For that, am I, all

Those Scientists

Close the books and throw away the key

Into the depths of reformation hell, I say, I say

Can a cobbler get a corruption charge?

Finally, Welfare Reform

Am, for, that, all, I

Those Crocodile Sweaters

Take it all back and reform her

I say, row by row, I say, color coded, I say

Can a preacher get a reformation up in this piece?